Eden typically tuned Cambridge out as an act of self-care, and frankly the Ravenclaw hadn't known what this Sacred-Twenty-Eight business was until her classmates had given their responses.

As soon as Ash gave the first answer, Eden stiffened. She often wished History of Magic was an elective - she would have dropped it November of last year, and then would have been spared having to waste time hearing about how controversial her existence was.

Cambridge's answer was expected at this point, but the thirteen year old still felt stirrings of bitterness and resentment. Then some Hufflepuff first year piped in and Eden's fingers began angrily strumming on the soft canvas of her bookbag. There was NO avenue to maintaining that blood purity farce other than excluding the muggle-descended.

From the back row where she sat, Eden eyed the door, fully intending to leave if - when, she thought maliciously with a glance back at Recard - any blood-supremacist-lite answers went uncorrected.